Opening gifts on Christmas morning takes us HOURS. Yes, HOURS.
But we love it and would never change it. We are always bent double with laughter and
our sides ache for much of the day.
That’s because of our gift tags.
No “Love, Mom & Dad” or “Merry Christmas from Wendy” or “No peeking!
From Aunt Kek” for us. That’s kid’s
stuff.

My sister studies the gift tag on her present.

Years ago my mother, weary from signing “Love Momma and
Daddy” on countless gift tags, began our tradition of giving clues to the
contents of the box. Her first offerings
were simple. A red, white, and blue
skirt and sweater set was signed “From the Patriots.” The next year, clues got more
sophisticated. A box of underwear was
signed “From Chapmans,” a company that made seat covers. Get it?

As everyone quickly caught on to those “obvious” clues,
the next level of difficulty required recipients to make logical
connections. Consider a gift signed
“FBI.” Hmm. FBI -- Undercover agents -- Ah ha – UNDERWEAR!

Oh, but even that is WAY too simple by our standards
today. Can you guess what was in the box
from these clues? I’ll start you off
with some easy ones:

From
Roger Bannister

From
Jesse Owens

From
Helen speaks

From
the Nazis

From
the quotable Judy Carne

From
Sitting out a year

I’ll give you a minute to think.

Jordan is reading the clue carefully.
Will she be able to guess what's in the box?

Time’s up. Here
are the answers:

White
sweater (Bannister was the first to
break the 4-minute mile. He probably
sweat. And he was white.)

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My name is Wendy. About twenty years ago, I helped my mother research the Jolletts. Since retiring from teaching, I have expanded my research which I share here. When I’m not looking for my own family, I index for FamilySearch and the Greene County Historical Society.
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